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mom and dad and porto
It's becoming a yearly event, the (almost) family vacation (just missing the bro!). We're making up for lost time, for the vacation-less saving for college years. Last year, it was London and Edinborough, this year, it was Lisbon and Porto, for a little southern Mediterranean flair. My parents spent a day in Lisbon before I arrived, checking out Sao Jorge's castle and wandering around the capital, something I had already done on my visit last July. When I arrived on Sunday, we caught a train and went north to the city of Porto, famous for its bridges and delicious port wine. Anxious to get out and about, we ventured from our hotel to get something to eat. I decided to follow the advice of my Lonely Planet guidebook, and we headed to Café Embaixador, a restaurant near the main square. Touristy, but we trusted Lonely Planet, and quite honestly, it wasn't bad and we got to experience Portuguese junk food. America and McDonald's always get blamed for the growing obesity epide
mic spreading through Europe, but if you're eating a francesinha (the local sandwich) with any regularity, just start buying bigger pants. It's filled with cured ham, two different kinds of sausage and melted cheese, and then drowned with a tomato and beer sauce, only to be topped with...a fried egg. I believe the fried egg is optional, but since we were on vacation, we splurged. We split it between the three of us, and still couldn't eat it all. Then, we walked, to counteract the cholesterol. Up the hills, down the hills, we ended up next to the river with the setting sun hitting the old colorful buildings. Sigh. For dinner, after consulting both the New York Times travel section and 
guide books (sometimes, it's good to improvise, and sometimes, you need some advice), we headed to a place that quite litereally, resembled a cave. I felt quite at home eating some jamón "pata negra" (the good stuff), cured cheeses, and blood sausage (Dad: "Why is this so dark?" Me: "You don't really want to know."), which disgusted my mom a little bit. Personally, my goal on every trip/day. The next day, we awoke and after elbowing the Germans out of the way at breakfast, we headed across the bridge to drink some port. Luckily, alcohol consumption before noon is perfectly acceptable, so we went at it. Another day gone in a sweet-alcohol induced haze, we hopped on a train to Lisbon the next day. Not after enjoying a lovely seafood stew next to the Duoro river though. Vacation with the parents is the life.
It's becoming a yearly event, the (almost) family vacation (just missing the bro!). We're making up for lost time, for the vacation-less saving for college years. Last year, it was London and Edinborough, this year, it was Lisbon and Porto, for a little southern Mediterranean flair. My parents spent a day in Lisbon before I arrived, checking out Sao Jorge's castle and wandering around the capital, something I had already done on my visit last July. When I arrived on Sunday, we caught a train and went north to the city of Porto, famous for its bridges and delicious port wine. Anxious to get out and about, we ventured from our hotel to get something to eat. I decided to follow the advice of my Lonely Planet guidebook, and we headed to Café Embaixador, a restaurant near the main square. Touristy, but we trusted Lonely Planet, and quite honestly, it wasn't bad and we got to experience Portuguese junk food. America and McDonald's always get blamed for the growing obesity epide
mic spreading through Europe, but if you're eating a francesinha (the local sandwich) with any regularity, just start buying bigger pants. It's filled with cured ham, two different kinds of sausage and melted cheese, and then drowned with a tomato and beer sauce, only to be topped with...a fried egg. I believe the fried egg is optional, but since we were on vacation, we splurged. We split it between the three of us, and still couldn't eat it all. Then, we walked, to counteract the cholesterol. Up the hills, down the hills, we ended up next to the river with the setting sun hitting the old colorful buildings. Sigh. For dinner, after consulting both the New York Times travel section and 
guide books (sometimes, it's good to improvise, and sometimes, you need some advice), we headed to a place that quite litereally, resembled a cave. I felt quite at home eating some jamón "pata negra" (the good stuff), cured cheeses, and blood sausage (Dad: "Why is this so dark?" Me: "You don't really want to know."), which disgusted my mom a little bit. Personally, my goal on every trip/day. The next day, we awoke and after elbowing the Germans out of the way at breakfast, we headed across the bridge to drink some port. Luckily, alcohol consumption before noon is perfectly acceptable, so we went at it. Another day gone in a sweet-alcohol induced haze, we hopped on a train to Lisbon the next day. Not after enjoying a lovely seafood stew next to the Duoro river though. Vacation with the parents is the life.
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